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[ comfort officer ] • captain rex

synopsis - you're a comfort officer for the 501st but your sights are set on one person.

pairing - captain rex/reader.

warnings - nsfw.

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being a comfort officer for the 501st had been a rollercoaster of a ride, but one you had enjoyed so far. the members of the 501st had all fallen for you, but there was somebody in particular who caught your attention: captain rex. 

currently, rex's cock was in your mouth as he squirmed underneath you. his cock was so far in the back of your throat that you were gagging for air, however rex's delicious moans kept you from coming up. rex was completely at your mercy and you were loving every second of it. you see, rex was the only submissive member of the 501st in the bedroom. the captain would submit to you completely and without question. rex's love for you was pure and unfiltered and he told you that every time he saw you. but that was for another time. right now, you bobbed your head along rex's cock and revealed in the sounds he made. "oh maker, y/n," he groaned grasping your hair in his hands. "can't take it anymore, need to be inside of you." 

you pulled off his cock with a 'pop' sound and nodded, a smirk gracing your lips. you loved it when he begged for you and he was so close to begging. you turned around and shimmied your pants down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, shaking your arse at him teasingly. rex could let out a slow moan as he reached for the plush of your arse. taking each cheek in either hand, he squeezed tightly as he admired the way you filled his palms. his cock was so hard, it was hot to the touch and beads of pre cum were now dripping down his shaft. you turned around again to look at rex, still smiling. "poor baby, do you need me?" you asked teasingly. rex's throat was dry and all's he could do was nod as he swallowed. you obliged, pushing him down onto your bed and crawling on top of him. you teased him by grinding your pussy against his thigh, coating it with your wetness that had accumulated just from sucking him off. 

rex sighed and grasped your hips. "please," he begged. 

you cocked an eyebrow at him. "you know better than 'please'," you smiled, still grinding against him. 

"y/n, baby, i'm begging you," he pleaded. "i need you to ride me. i need it." 

"good boy," you whispered before making your way up to his cock. you aligned it perfectly with your cunt and slowly lowered yourself down on top of him. you were being so slow, rex was desperate to thrust himself up into you to bottom out, but he knew better than that. the last time he did you had tied him to your bed post for hours and made him watch as you brought yourself to orgasm again and again. "maker, rex, you're throbbing."

"i wonder why," rex groaned as he rolled his eyes at you. you slapped him slightly, causing the captain to look at you with wide eyes. 

"don't give me sass," you growled, before plonking yourself down on his last inch quickly. 

"holy fuck," rex moaned out, throwing his head back. 

you let out a chuckle and began to move your hips up and down, your pace agonisingly slow. "you like that pretty boy?" you whispered, bending down to give his lips a quick peck. rex nodded, eyes glossy and wide as he looked up at you. his eyes trailed down to your breasts, watching as they bounced with each bounce you did. it didn't take you long before you were quickening your pace, already bringing rex to orgasm. his eyes told you exactly what you wanted to know. "gonna cum rexy?" you asked cockily. 

"y-yeah," he whimpered, fists grasping the sheets beneath him. you laughed and continued bouncing up and down, eager to make the clone captain cum in less than a minute. you made a few more movements with your hips before rex was a stuttering, moaning mess beneath you. "cumming y/n-" he screamed out, letting the others in his squad know you were fucking him senseless. 

"my my," you whispered, slowing down as he came inside of you. "you made a mess pretty boy."

"'m sorry," he whimpered. rex's eyes were glued to where you were joined, watching as you lifted yourself up off his cock, his cum dribbling out of you. 

"my eyes are up here," you snapped. rex's eyes shot up so he was looking at you directly in the eye. you were smiling sweetly at him now, watching as his face softened. 

"sorry love," he mumbled. you bent down, eye-level with his cock and put it in your mouth once more. "w-what are - ah - you doing?"

"sensitive?" you choked, mouthful of his cock. he nodded in response. "oh i'm not done with you yet, captain," you purred. 

boy, was rex in for a long night. 

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Mace: *holding Padawan Kenobi by the collar of his robes and coming into the mess hall* Attention everyone! Someone else needs to take custody of this child before I throw him off the highest tower!

Mess Hall: *quietly, contemplating who’s gonna speak up and risk ending up with custody of the feral one*

Victim 1: *raises hand* Um, where are his usual guardians?

Mace: *batting away Obi-Wan’s lil gremlin hands and squeezing his neck like a scruff* Master Yoda is claiming he has a contagious infection and Master Jinn is passed out in the healing halls with a broken nose that had to be healed with a minor surgery.

Victim 2: Oh? Why do you want to get rid of him anyways? I thought Kenobi was a sweetheart?

Mace: He is giving me constant shatter point migraines. This started when he was about three years old and has persisted since the day I met him.

Victim 2: Fair. Consider? Giving him to whoever broke Master Jinn’s nose??

Mace: Great idea, not an option, he was a flamboyant pirate named Ohnaka who give Obi-Wan spice laced candy.

Obi-Wan: I CAN SEE THE FATE OF THE UNIVERSE AND IT IS HUNGRY AND SO AM I

Mace: I am afraid of him. Someone please take this child.

Quinlan: idk bruh force agrees with the kid???? Maybe he’s on that good shit?

Mace: You. I’ve decided he’s yours now for that horrible sentence and agreeing with the hungry void. Take this child and never speak to me again. He bites and sometimes licks. Be careful and don’t point at him. *bodily drops the 16yo into the lap of a 19yo Quinlan*

Quinlan: *immediately petting through Obi-Wan’s hair till he’s purring and pushing into Quinlan’s hands* Was Master Windu being mean to you, Obes?

Obi-Wan: *deep purrs and happy noises* He wouldn’t let me go back to the pirates.

Quinlan: lol, why do you wanna go back to Ohnaka?

Obi-Wan: Made a friend. He was a Mandalorian. Hondo’s gonna ransom him back to his dad-leader. I wanna hang out with him more.

Quinlan: lol that sounds like way more fun than what I had planned. Let’s go steal a ship. *pulls Obi-Wan up and let’s him out of the mess hall*

Victim 2: …should we be letting him do that?

Victim 1: You’re from a side temple, so you wouldn’t get it, but if Windu is leaving Kenobi with Vos, he’s giving them free reign for chaos, he just doesn’t wanna be the one to babysit Kenobi while he follows his fucked up side quests.

Someone Smart Enough To Stay Out Of That Mess: They’ll be back in a week with three new strays.

Listen, clone wars era rex is the sweetest sub ever. Zero brat energy like others (coughwolffecough), he is absolutely there to please you and experience all the ways you make him feel loved. But it takes a bit for him to find out that he actually likes being a sub. With everything he is responsible for, I think he feels to bring that same energy to the bedroom - only problem is he isn’t very experienced. He’s not a virgin, but the most he's had are some quickies in the bathroom of 79s. So when you first get together, he feels he needs to be the one taking charge (even though he isn’t really sure what to do). It’s only after a particularly difficult mission when he is with you and he is at a loss of what to do. He knows he needs you, but he can’t focus. He just wants to stop thinking about how badly the mission went, how many brothers he lost. He just wants to get lost in you. That’s when you take over. You start showering him with love, kisses, words of praise, everything. You tell him all the things you’re going to do to him and he immediately falls for it. Relinquishing control is calming and a relief, something he never expected. He loves seeing you in power, seeing his smart and strong girl taking over, dishing out orders that Rex is all too ready to follow. As long as it means you’ll sit on his face, ride him, suck his dick, or just touch him, he’s all for it. Not to mention it lets him forget that he is a captain. In these moments, it’s just you and him.....Or I mean something like that. I dunno 😬

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VEE!!! 🆘️ "He brings a new meaning to 'good soldiers follow orders'" 😈😏 you rightttttt

Look, I'm all for dom Rex - I love to write it and I love to read it. That being said, I'm totally on board with the idea of having to show Rex exactly what he needs for him to feel good, to forget - especially after an extremely tough and emotionally/mentally/physically draining mission. Rex just wants - no, needs - someone else to take control every now and then, even if he doesn’t realize it at first.

SOOOO this kinda got away from me. literally could have wrote more but I have an assignment to work on (lmaooo). maybe I’ll do like a continuation of this later on? if that’s what the people want? 

some warnings include: face riding, sub!rex, no-no words, uhhh... 🥴

AS ALWAYS, 18+ only under the cut :’)

***

Rex stands at your doorway, his forehead glued to the arm that's propped up against the door frame, helmet loosely gripped by his other hand hanging down at his side. It hurts to see him like this - drained, both physically and mentally. Bags under his tired eyes. Dirt on his face and caked on all over his armor. Even though he was created for battle, it's doing a number on him with each and every one he makes it out of; he physically makes it out of each and every battle, but not mentally, and not emotionally. It's always there - the loss, the bloodshed, the need to take charge, and the responsibility to ensure his men's safety - lingering inside his head no matter where he is or what he's doing.

Including the times when what he's doing is you.

When you and Rex first got together he was unsure, a little on the inexperienced side, but he was rough. You didn't mind of course; you liked it rough, and it was never like he'd hurt you or would ever come near to hurting you. You thought that maybe the roughness was due to his sexual inexperience, that the only other times he’d have sex in the past were just that. You really didn’t think too much about it, especially not when he was in the middle of pounding you into another galaxy before making you cum all over his cock over and over again.

As time went on, you started to understand where the roughness within the intimacy was stemming from; everything that had happened on the actual battlefield before he'd come home - including the battlefield within his mind - was being channeled into the way he handled you. Even outside the warzone, safe within your arms, Rex feels he needs to maintain control - to take charge. You understood, and let him have his outlet - It's not like you weren't benefiting from it; Rex may not have had much to go on before fucking you for the first time, but after months and months of practice, he'd become a fucking god in the bedroom.

There were definitely softer moments when he'd be crowded over you, trailing messy kisses from your collarbone up to your lips, his hips gently thrusting into you while hitting oh so deep. When your lips would be just barely touching as you breathed in each other's moans. When you'd both maintain eye-contact while simultaneously unraveling. The more gentle, loving, and softer moments weren't ones that followed his return home from a long deployment, no - those were reserved for all the times in between. You'd fallen in love with each other, but refrained from mouthing those three words in fear that you'd both be punished from feeling such forbidden things for one another.

And so tonight, seeing the drained and defeated expression engrained in his handsome features and the way his body slumped forward as he entered your apartment after a long couple of weeks was a telltale sign that this would be one of those rough nights.

You wanted to try something new, though.

***

"I want to take care of you, Rex." 

He’d just got out of the ‘fresher, giving you some time to think while he was getting cleaned up. A towel loosely hangs around his hips, water droplets gliding down his toned muscles as he moves closer to where you’re sat at the foot of your bed.

"You will take care of me, cyare." He grins while rubbing his hands along your upper arms. You release a puff of air from your nostrils, focusing on a particular water droplet slowly descending from his collarbone and trailing down to where the material of the towel soaks it right up before tilting your head to meet his eyes. 

You shake your head with a smile, speaking softly as you rest your hand against his abdomen, "No, that's not what I mean." You’re met with an amused yet confused look and you continue, "I want you to just lay back, and let me handle things for once. Is that okay?" 

"I..." He trails off, clearly not sure what to say. You know he must’ve already had a plan on how the night would go, and that plan was probably supposed to take effect after he drops his towel. Now you’re met with the face of a man who is unsure of what to do now that the plans are about to change - he’s nervous. You keep that smile on your lips when you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, bringing the backs of his hands up to your lips and placing soft kisses on each one.

"You're safe with me, Rex. Safe here. You don't need to think about everything when you're here with me, okay? I just.... wanna try something."

***

Wow. What a fucking vision he is right now.

Rex, the esteemed Captain of the five-oh-first, completely bare and sprawled out on his back on top of your sheets, has his head craned to watch you strip at the foot of the bed. His cock is painfully hard, twitching ever so slightly with each of his eager heart beats as he struggles to watch you undress - teasingly slow.

"Look at you, Rex." You audibly marvel at man you love, knowing what the praise does to him - it's very evident in how his glistening chest rapidly rises and falls and in the twitching of fingers. "My handsome, brave Rex. So good for me, doing just as I say," you coo at him, making your way from the foot of the bed to the side where your naked body can be level with his head. He turns his face towards you, his pupils blown wide and brow furrowed. He needs this. You crouch down, moving to where your eyes are in line with his as you reach to caress his sharp cheekbone. "Does it feel good so far, Rex?" you whisper while running your thumb along his bottom lip. "Does it feel good to let someone else call the shots for once?"

"Y-yes," he strains, followed by a muffled groan when you sink your thumb into his hot mouth. His eyes search for approval and you nod to him with a sweet smile before he begins to gently suck at your thumb - his perfect lips closing a seal around the thickest digit as you move it in and out slowly.

"First," you pull your thumb from his lips before standing up, "I'm gonna ride that pretty face of yours. If you're good and keep your hands to yourself I might sit on your gorgeous cock and ride you until I tell you to cum. How does that sound?" You punctuate your plans by closing your lips around the same thumb that was just in Rex's mouth, giving a couple sucks while staring right into his eyes before popping it out and tracing his abs with the soaked digit. The groan of approval that spills from Rex's lips goes straight to your cunt.

Wasting no more time, you climb on the bed and throw one leg on the other side on his face. Gripping the headboard for balance, you begin to sink down against him and are instantly met with his expert tongue, licking through your folds before you’re all the way sat. Fuck. He always was the best with his tongue, but this time, you’re the one in control. Crouched and straddled over his face, you begin to gently move your hips back and forth against the wet muscle, letting your already soaked cunt slide against his perfect face. You have never done something like this before, and oh fucking boy is it exhilarating. 

It isn’t very long before you start to feel the blossom of heat within your core, the intense shockwaves that trickle through your body making you quiver against his face. You wanted this whole thing to be about Rex, but there’s no stopping the orgasm that shatters its way through you, making you cry out and smack a palm against the headboard. Rex’s tongue works in double-time, gliding back and forth to collect your release and stopping to flick at your clit in between deep groans. You feel him hum - deep and dark - beneath you, the vibrations making you nearly fall forward from the intensity. 

“R-rex,” you pant, peering down to look at his dark honey eyes as they meet yours while his tongue continues its assault. You lower a hand to tap at his head, and his tongue disappears back into his mouth. When you lift off his face, you inch yourself downwards, placing kisses on every spot of skin your mouth can reach as you make your way to his thighs. He’s trembling, fighting to keep his hands at his sides but he does so like a good boy - and you tell him just that.

You let out a blissed-out sigh, now straddling his thighs while your palms rest against his chest. “You did so good for me, Rex. Fuck, you look so pretty with all of me on your handsome face.” He doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with pleading eyes, lips glistening and parted. His cock twitches in front of you - swollen and desperate.  

You lean forward to meet his face, your lips just barely touching his as you whisper into his agape mouth, “You want me to fuck you, Rex?” punctuated by a nibble to his bottom lip. His only response is a throaty moan before you lean back to watch him, your fingers tracing invisible patterns along the dark skin of his thighs. You raise a brow at him, signaling your need for a verbal answer to which he visibly gulps, eyes clamping shut as he nods before choking out:

“P-please fuck me, cyare.”

***

edit: I’m literally so sorry that I keep forgetting to tag my Clone Bois peeps in things like this :(((

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For your smit prompts, if you're still taking them, how about 5 with Hunter/Tech?

Send me a number and a ship, and I’ll write a fic for you under 1k words :) (Requests are CLOSED)

I was swamped with work and had to take a little break, but here it is! Thank you for your patience ✨

5. filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

The constant red dot digs into the side of his face, at first.

He’s agreed to it, the prickle of excitement clashing with the faint rattling of nerves as Hunter watches the datapad get set up for them, its existence hilariously enormous in the Marauder when the blasted thing has been there with them all his life.

No one can blame him for feeling as if he’s all wrong-footed; they haven’t done anything quite like this before, not when they’ve always been more content to keep whatever they have in the confines of their own ship, to not share when what they have is enough.

It’s not just them, anyway. His squad is open with each other, trusting wholly and fully, and they’ve never exactly reached out to outsiders when Hunter likes it better to surround himself with his own brothers, to be showered with the press of their touches.

They know him better than anyone else; the same way he knows them in the way blood runs in their veins.

There’s a gentle tug of his hair, and Hunter automatically snaps his gaze upwards.

He meets Tech’s easy look, the eyes behind those goggles searching his own. “If it’s too much for you, we can always switch it off. I wouldn’t want this to make you uncomfortable when I would prefer to have your full consent.”

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

2. “I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that.”

w/ Rex and a Jedi!Reader 🫣

💙💙-Sev

SEV! I hope you're proud of what this request did to me!! You know I'm weak for Rex, but Rex AND a jedi!reader??? Please take this (surprisingly emotional) filth, I hope you like it.

Prompt is from this list by @saradika

Rex x Jedi!reader 18+ content, minors DNI 800 words (exactly!? dang) Warnings for: blindfolds/sensory play, sub Rex, soft dom reader, inappropriate use of the force, Deeja caring about the ~emotions~ of the sexy times.

The role of a clone captain was…complicated.

On one hand, he was an officer, a complete authority who could make his men fall in line with nothing but a look. On the other, he was bred to follow orders, blindly, if his Jedi demanded it. But the longer Rex served with Skywalker, the more he felt in control. Of his mind, of his body, his destiny. Skywalker, Tano…you, none of his Jedi had ever made him feel like he didn’t have agency.

So, the Captain grew accustomed to being in control. 

Rex never knew the pleasures that could come from being vulnerable. He was always in charge, always leading and giving orders, never weak, never at anyone’s mercy. And he certainly never thought he would want to be put under anyone’s control.

Until he was with you.

Yes, you loved handing the reins over to him, you loved giving him the chance to be in full command, to show him you were his in every sense of the word. That he could have anything he wanted from you, and you’d beg him to take more. However, you also loved taking care of him. Loved taking him apart in every sense of the word and showing him pleasures he couldn’t even dream of.

Logically, he knew he was still in your quarters, knew he was safe, that there was nothing that could hurt him here. Still, having one of his essential senses taken away, being cast into darkness sent his skin tinglingly, his ears ringing. His nerves were clawing at him, hissing that danger lurked near by, that he needed to correct the loss before he-

“Shh, you’re alright, Rex, I’ve got you.”

Your voice was there to calm him, hands soothing him with their touch in an instant, like always, sensing anything and everything amiss in his heart and soul.

The Captain almost whimpered at the way your hand stroked his hair, the way it traveled down to cup his cheek, thumb running lovingly along his lip. The blindfold was still so new, but the feel of you put him at ease like warm water on a cold night.

“I know,” was all he managed to choke out, and even that was lost to your kiss when you pressed your lips to his. 

He knew his senses of smell and taste hadn’t actually increased, but, having to rely on them in the absence of his eyes made the scent of your skin and sweetness of your lips all the more intoxicating. 

That’s what made him whimper.

Rex felt you smile against him and you slid your hand from his cheek to cup his neck, pulling him deeper into the sensation of you. His skin tingled when you ran your other hand down his naked back, fingers barely gracing his flesh.

But then, he felt something else, another pleasant, warm touch across his chest, grazing his pecs, brushing his nipples to draw another whining sound from him. Rex lost all control of his noises when a fourth sensation ran through his hair, making his scalp tingle delightfully.

Only then did you release his lip and he almost lost his will to speak as you covered his throat in gentle, nipping kisses. No, what made him lose his voice was the fact that your hands and the other ghostly touches were still moving across his body; holding him, stroking him, lavishing him with attention that made his neglected cock ache.

“Fuck- cyare,” he breathed, and if it wasn’t for the ecstasy coursing through him, he might have winced at how needy he sounded. “I- I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that, like a toy-”

He let out a guttural moan when a feather-like sensation brushed along his shaft. Maker, he was glad that the blindfold soaked up the tears that sprang to the corners of his eyes.

“Oh?” your tone was teasing, and he turned his head into the sound on instinct, needing to fill all his remaining senses with you as much as possible. “Are you complaining, Captain?”

Rex swallowed hard, barely resisting the urge to buck his hips forward into whatever it was you were doing with your divine gifts. He couldn’t even tell if it was that, or your actual hand that gripped his ass cheek when he didn’t answer right away.

“Rex,” your warm breath brushed his lips, “talk to me, do you want me to stop?” A light, reassuring press of your own lips to his, “Tell me what you want, my love.”

Another desperate sound left him before he could form the words, but thankfully, they came quick enough at your encouragement, “Don’t stop, cyare, please, I need you, all of you.”

And by the force, did you reward him for that.

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can i have a sprinkled donut for spencer reid where reader works at the bau and they are married and reader finds out she is pregnant?

come order something from the bakery!

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He feels wrong going into the women's restroom. He knows it's only you in there, and you asked him to. But something about pushing open the door and creeping inside feels slimy, gross, wrong.

The wrappers of the pads he'd stuffed in his pockets before coming in are rustling, and he sounds like he's walking with plastic bags on his feet. But he doesn't care, he's never shied away from menstrual care before, and he's not about to now.

You grin happily at him from the door of a stall, and he frowns. You're standing, and without a pad?

"Here, I grabbed regular and overnight, just in case." He doesn't waste a second, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and emerging with two pads of each design. You only let out a giddy laugh, your hands clasped suspiciously behind your back.

"I don't need pads, Spencer." You bounce lightly on the balls of your feet, and he tucks them back into his pockets. You're behaving strangely, and it's setting him on edge.

"Why else would you call me into the women's restroom?" He lets a small smile grace his features, his brows furrowed as he surveys you, "At work, no less."

"Because," You shuffle forwards over the tile, "I have something to show you."

His shoulders slump, "If you dragged me all the way in here just to show me a sharpie-d penis on the back of the door, I'm gonna lose my mind."

"It's better than a penis," You drawl, shoulders drawn back as you clasp whatever it is that's behind your back even tighter, "Are you ready?"

"I suppose," He teases, holding out his hand, "Whatcha got?"

"Close your eyes," You croon, smile only widening at his lightheartedly exasperated groan, "Come on! Trust me, it's worth it."

"Fine," He huffs, lips still drawn up slightly as he lets his eyes flutter shut, "There."

He feels you take his hand, and he jolts lightly at the unexpected contact. He hears your sweet giggle, then feels a kiss pressed to his cheek as you slip something lightweight into his hand.

"Okay, open."

He glances lazily down at the object in his hand, the teasing smile that had lingered on his lips frozen in place as he registers what he's holding.

In fact, every part of him freezes, he feels his knees lock, his eyes glaze over, and his heart damn near stops beating.

"This is... are you-? Is this yours?" It's the first time he's ever felt dumb, his brain a foggy mess as his lips desperately try assessing the situation without it.

"It's ours," Finally he understands the grin on your lips, and his heart starts back up again, beating twice as fast as before while he watches the expression grow on you, "It's our baby, Spence. We're having a baby."

He has one more moment of complete and utter speechlessness, and then he cries. What escapes his lips is something of a shout, teary and mangled as he lunges for you. He nearly trips over his own feet to scoop you into his arms, his hand still clutched tight around the pregnancy test as you squeal into his shoulder.

You feel his tears on your cheek, you hear his muffled weeping as he nestles his face against yours.

"It's ours," He parrots, voice shattered and shaky, "It's our baby, it's our baby, it's our baby."

You're only granted a moment of peace, his rambling sobs in your ear as the door bursts open. Your eyes widen as Emily comes in, quite literally, guns blazing, her weapon falling limply to her hip as she scoffs at the sight of you two.

"We thought a puppy had been stabbed or something," She spits, glancing wearily at Spencer who's still babbling hopelessly in your arms.

"It's fine guys," She ducks back out of the bathroom door, shouting to the rest of your team, "It's not a dying animal, it's just Reid."

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